I Miss Being in Love.
Everyday there is a question of.. what is love? Is the word love such a feeling or just a sample of letters put together in the alphabet to create a fake existance. There are many to beleive and many things to make beleive. Such as a fairy tale. Were there things created by imaginatory minds to give such shallow souls hope for a better tomarrow?
Are there actual things to beleive in anymore or do you have to make beleive to make any feeling seem real. When you stare deeply into someone's eyes is there anything there besides a black pupil and a glassy skin or when you stare, really stare can you see inside them, read their emotions.
Feeling life is draining from the back of your throat is worse then running face first into a wall. It always comes when the feeling of acid is building. As many times as you feel, you can swallow, that burning sensation does not go away. Until you can take a deep breath, and then the feeling gets sucked out. Right though the floor. Soles of the feet touching the cold tile while every emotion could propel from thinking gets sucked back down through the stomach, making a naucous sensation. The shaking begins when all there is to do is keel over and heave the fakeness onto the floor when then it starts to move into the legs. Weak in the knees became an entirely different concept. Buckling down, more and more is getting sucked out. All there is do is to beg for forgivness. It's Gone. You're Dead.
There aren't any feelings left. Is it possible to put so much effort into actually portraying love and feeling emotions that there truly isn't any. Do we create ourselves into some fake dimension of happiness. Everything that may or may not have exisited has been suctioned out by true reality.
I am dead to the world.
Are there actual things to beleive in anymore or do you have to make beleive to make any feeling seem real. When you stare deeply into someone's eyes is there anything there besides a black pupil and a glassy skin or when you stare, really stare can you see inside them, read their emotions.
Feeling life is draining from the back of your throat is worse then running face first into a wall. It always comes when the feeling of acid is building. As many times as you feel, you can swallow, that burning sensation does not go away. Until you can take a deep breath, and then the feeling gets sucked out. Right though the floor. Soles of the feet touching the cold tile while every emotion could propel from thinking gets sucked back down through the stomach, making a naucous sensation. The shaking begins when all there is to do is keel over and heave the fakeness onto the floor when then it starts to move into the legs. Weak in the knees became an entirely different concept. Buckling down, more and more is getting sucked out. All there is do is to beg for forgivness. It's Gone. You're Dead.
There aren't any feelings left. Is it possible to put so much effort into actually portraying love and feeling emotions that there truly isn't any. Do we create ourselves into some fake dimension of happiness. Everything that may or may not have exisited has been suctioned out by true reality.
I am dead to the world.